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by Steven Cooper Apr 20, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Cold as snow, my heart starts to frost. for every tear you shed... soon it will be lost. The solution is right infront of you, can you not see it? You blindly wander around, why cant you just grasp it? But, still the tears fall, im slowly losing the feeling. If we go on this way, I fear, that there will be no healing.... My Hearts temperature will keep dropping, until its completely solid....hard and icy. There will be nothing left of me, but a shell....hollow and empty....